a wee pod reminds me of a photograph of a dead child who seems to be sleeping.
because i just finished reading the long shadow of small ghosts. the scene is still baffling and yet the reporter stayed with it long enough to see the very decrepit and haunted building site evolve into the garden of three angels, and i thought that's good, if we can't understand violent acts we can still evolve with them instead of trying to banish them making them more permanent, looming out of sight, rather than flowing and growing food like angels of the earth.